Left 白雪の降りつもれる山里は人さへやおもひ消ゆらむ[1]

shirayuki no furitsumoreru yamazato wa sumu hito sae ya omoikiyuramu

White snow Has fallen, drifted high around The mountain home; Might even he who lives there Be buried in melancholy?

This poem is missing from some texts of the contest and thus is unnumbered.

Right

ひかりまつ枝にかかれる雪をこそ冬の花とはいふべかりけれ

hikari matsu eda ni kakareru yuki o koso fuyu no hana to wa iubekarikere

Awaiting the light Upon the branches clings Snow: Winter’s blossom—that’s what It should be called!

144

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[1] Kokinshū VI: 328, attributed to Mibu no Tadamine.